On the last year of the second
millennium, five hundred years before
the rule of the most benevolent Emperor
Karl-Franz, there fell a time unlike any
other. Just as they had before the birth
of divine Sigmar, the wings of fire in
the sky again heralded the coming of
great things - the coming of Plague,
the coming of War, the coming of
Pestilence and Hunger.
Though its unholy name is now stricken
from the records of the Great Library of
Altdorfm and its ruins razed by Magnus
the Saviour of the Empire, I would tell
you the tale of the cursed city, brought
low by the wrath of gods.
I would tell you the tale of
MORDHEIM
